Here we are at rehearsals for You're a Good Man Charlie Brown. Donny loves the activity of so many kids running, dancing and singing... I love break time when I get to hold him!

A chronicle of the life and times of Andy and Kim Shire, married June 6, 2004, as well as details of the days of the Shirelings, and various musings.
See how big he's getting! So you don't have to scroll down to compare I am putting first his one week picture then today - three months! |
At three months, our Donny weighs 13lb 10oz and measures about 23 inches long (you try measuring a wiggly Donny with a paper tape measure and see how accurate you'll be!)He sleeps eleven hours every night from 8pm to 7am. He smiled and talked to us today for the first time while bathing. |
Our topic for today's entry is my son's growing belly. Over the last couple of weeks he's put on quite a bit, thanks to the advice of a friend who told me to let him eat as much as he wants. The first time we let him eat until he had enough he ate 10 ounces! I guess he was hungry! So... he eats six to eight ounces at every feeding. He's happier, and pudgier! So cute!He's always hiking up his clothes - usually he has a sleeper or a onesie on, so this chance to expose his midriff and thighs was great fun for him! Donny has been coming to work with me, but since my office is too small for both of us and his swing, he has been hanging out just outside my door in his work swing. He loves it! Takes all his afternoon naps there. I am able to work and keep an eye on him. By the time he needs to be held and fed, its my break time anyway! He has decided that he is a big boy now, and doesn't need to be scared when we undress him for diaper changes and baths. This makes life more pleasant for all of us! He's winking at you! And he looks so grown up in big boy clothes! He is starting to interact with his toys more, although I don't think he knows he's holding them when they flail about. But he watches them! And here's that fabulous belly once again. Notice that he is starting to look more like his daddy. |
Donny loves his Baby Bumbo which helps him sit upright. Andy calls it his spit up seat because he spits up as soon as we put him in it. We snapped these pictures as he was sitting on the island looking at the pots hanging from our new pot rack.We also took him to the doctor for his two month check up this week. He weighed 11 lb 8 oz and measured 21 3/4 inches long. That puts him at the fiftieth percentile for head size and weight, and the tenth for height. He also got his shots :( which he did not like. He loved the oral vaccine though, and cried for more. He was a bit fussy before bed and had a small fever in the night and needed a little tlc at three am. Otherwise, he did fine with his big doctor's appointment. |
"The audience is the eventual collaborator in musical theater." ~ Stephen Sondheim
Sitting Circle
by Joann Renee
unaware of pressing
engagements and snowballing
to-dos
he climbs
settling in without words
waiting for, well,
who knows?
resisting the urge to dump
the new contents of my lap
I use the impulse to clear
my mind, pushing out from the center
creating a perimeter
of busy nothings unseated
while he remains
hounds kept at bay howl
dulled by the unintentional force field
working his magic
from the throne of my lap
stay with me, Donny
protect me from the rush
from too much
is this how God keeps
perspective? people
climbing constantly
into His cosmic lap,
no lapse between occupants—
it’s not practical but perhaps
that’s precisely the point
like a global trust building exercise
you climb and I’ll climb—
a circle of lap-sitters
losing details
gaining moments
reminding each other
of each other
Autumn Day
Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the wind in the fields.
Bid the last fruits to be full; give them another two more southerly days, press them to ripeness, and chase the last sweetness into the heavy wine.
Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore. Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long time, will stay up, read, write long letters, and wander the avenues, up and down, restlessly, while the leaves are blowing
-Tr. Galway Kinnell & Hannah Liebmann